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Before leaving the village, I asked the guards at the entrance for directions.
“The Bordeaux Dungeon? It’s close by. Just follow this path straight ahead. You’ll get there in an hour.”
An hour? That’s close?
Maybe it’s because this world doesn’t have developed public transportation, but their sense of distance is totally different from mine.
“Oh! I remember you. You passed through here a while back, right? Looks like you’ve really become an adventurer.”
One of the guards stares at me and says.
“Yeah. No rank yet, though.”
“Everyone’s like that at first. Take this.”
The guard hands me a map with detailed geography of the area.
Compared to modern maps, it’s crude, but it has some useful info written on it.
For example, details about the monsters that appear—weaknesses, tools worth bringing.
Looking at it, it feels like something adventurers prepare with.
“A map?”
“You can buy it for 5 silver at the general store. It’s a must-have for newbie adventurers. Didn’t know that, huh?”
“Yeah, first I’ve heard of it.”
Maybe I should’ve stopped by the general store again?
I got so many cheat items from the goddess that I figured I didn’t need anything else.
But this map looks way more useful than I thought.
“Thanks. I’ll repay you later.”
“No need for repayment. It’s just an extra one I had. Just don’t get hurt.”
Receiving unexpected kindness lifts my mood.
Especially since other adventurers are too busy keeping me in check.
“Fire Arrow!”
The moment I step outside, I spot goblins.
Now it’s like seeing cockroaches in my room. I immediately use magic to kill them.
The red flames take the shape of an arrow, fly toward the goblin, and explode.
Fire Arrow reached a ★ proficiency level, making it a guaranteed kill against goblins.
It’s not always an instant death, but the lingering flames often burn the goblin’s body with high probability.
“Oh, the soul stone.”
Almost forgot.
I take the soul stone from my inventory and approach; a white light flows from the goblin’s b0dy into the gem.
So that’s how you collect them.
As I put the soul stone back,
I realize there’s another item I don’t know how to use.
[Focus Bracelet]
I’d forgotten about it because it’s so light to wear, but what does it even do?
I decide to test it myself.
While hunting goblins hiding in the plains, I experiment with the Focus Bracelet’s effects.
First, I take it off…
“Fire Arrow!”
“Keeek!”
Casting time, power—nothing changes.
I put it back on and try again, but it’s the same. One thing’s clear: I haven’t benefited from this bracelet so far.
Does 〈Focus〉 mean it gathers something?
I use Fire Arrow twice in a row.
Casting Fire Arrow again while it’s already active makes mana consumption skyrocket.
That’s way too inefficient.
But it doesn’t seem like the bracelet enables this either.
I want to test more, but the plains run out of goblins quickly.
No choice then. I’ll experiment more on the way to the dungeon.
(Fatigue has recovered.)
(MP has recovered.)
I drink from the Goddess’s Water Bottle and keep walking.
The destination feels close. I can’t see the dungeon yet, but I spot a few people dressed like adventurers gathered here and there.
They look like parties assembled to explore the Bordeaux Dungeon.
And Salic is among them.
Upon arriving, I realize the dungeon entrance is underground.
Since I’m the only one who came alone, I unintentionally draw attention.
“Isn’t that the newbie from the guild?”
“He’ll die if he goes in alone.”
Sure enough, Salic strides toward me.
As expected, he’s coming right over.
“You still haven’t come to your senses.”
Salic looks at me and says.
“How about you mind your own business now?”
“From the way you’re talking, it doesn’t sound like you got lost picking herbs. Right?”
Salic’s companions snicker.
“Yeah, I took on an official mission too.”
“Dungeon exploration has a minimum rank requirement for entry. Know what that means?
The deeper you go, the harder it gets, and it’s entirely the adventurer’s responsibility.”
“Move.”
“What if I don’t? Gonna tattle to your mommy?”
“You’ll regret what you did today for the rest of your life.”
“Hear that? He says I’ll regret it! Haha!”
“Oooh, so scary.”
Snap.
I snap my fingers.
Since the other parties are watching from a distance, only Salic and his two cronies fall into a trance.
“Salic and you two losers. You can’t interfere with anything I do.”
“…”
“Salic, ‘You’ll be terrified of even the smallest pain.’”
Clap.
I clap my hands to wake the three of them.
Then, before Salic can recover, I smash my fist into his face.
“Ugh!?”
“Whoa! That guy hit Salic first!”
One of Salic’s cronies makes a fuss and yells.
“Guess he wants to get beaten to death?”
I casually take a stance and taunt them.
“Fine, let’s fight. I’ll take you on barehanded, so come at me.”
Time for some payback.
I hit Salic in the stomach.
“Hurk!”
Salic overreacts and staggers back.
“What’s wrong?”
I mercilessly beat the frozen Salic like a punching bag.
In a real fight, you’d need tons of force to knock someone down, but I tap him lightly with a carefree attitude, like practicing on a real punching bag.
“Hurk! Gah! Gaaah!”
But thanks to the suggestion, Salic’s terrified and can’t think straight, taking the hits one-sidedly.
“Hey, Salic! What’s wrong? Stop acting—it’s not funny!”
“Beat that guy down!”
As Salic starts getting hit, more onlookers gather.
I confidently pummel Salic at random. Why? Because I know he can’t fight back.
It’s like a choreographed action scene from a movie or drama. Thanks to the suggestion, Salic takes the hits perfectly, paralyzed by fear.
When I hit his face, he jerks his head aside; when I punch his stomach, he hunches over.
He even rolls on the ground, getting pummeled by me.
“Salic’s just taking it one-sidedly?”
“He’s no match.”
“Kinda pathetic.”
I’m not hitting hard enough to actually knock him out, so it feels like light jump rope—mildly tiring and fun.
Every hit I land deals Salic mental damage.
Getting beaten by me while losing his mind must be humiliating enough.
But the fear overriding even that keeps him from standing steady.
“Hurk! Hurk! Stop!”
I grab the panicking Salic’s hair and roughly slap his cheek.
“Who said you could decide? You started this.”
Salic, trembling in fear, covers his face with his arms.
“Why’s no one stopping me? Because you brought this on yourself.”
“Hic! I was wrong. Please… stop hitting me!”
Salic’s pants get wet. He pissed herself from getting beaten by me.
“Ugh.”
I toss Salic aside and turn to his cronies behind me.
“What are you doing? Not gonna take your leader?”
“…”
With that one line, I completely destroy Salic’s party.
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